Novel & Cerita Life As A Sex Slave

“How do you know so much about our professor, Soph?” I froze. “What? I….I just pay attention in class. Like everyone should. For the scholarship. Obviously.” Maya raised a brow. “Uh-huh.” I silently prayed they wouldn’t push. If they asked one more question, I knew I was going to blurt out everything. Thank God, Tasha slammed her palm on the table. “I’ve got news, guys.” We all jumped. “What?” Maya asked. Tasha grinned, wicked and proud. “I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.”

I was no slut and he knew that. I didn't look back as we started riding out of the kingdom. I always had hope in Arlene up until this moment. She wasn't the sister I knew her to be. She...was a different person. From this moment onwards, to me, I had no family. "You're a slave, aren't you?" The barbarians voice started me. We had been riding for over three hours. Three hours of numbness. "Yes." My voice was barely above a whisper. "What's your story?"

The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it so I just brushed the thought aside. “Why, Miguel?” “Why what?” “Why me? Why do you even want a slave?” “You interest me that's why. You do things to me just by giving me that death stare.” He let out a sigh. “I want a slave because you're bound by a contract, you will do anything I say. Relationships are meaningless to me, you have more freedom in a relationship and I don't want that. As a slave, you have no choice.” “Psychopath!”

Her reality. A Slave Contract. Her worth was boiled down to nothing but a slave now, lower than servants and maid. She read through the paper with a horrified look on her face, he expected her to be at his service any time he wants and also continue to work as a servant when she is not serving him. She would stay at the mansion for an indefinite time, until Nigel wanted her to stay. If she tried to run away, there will be a huge penalty. She will be provided with food, water, shelter, clean clothes and even the equal monthly fees that the servants earn.

“Yes, I'm ready." Alejandro opened the door and gestured that I should enter first so I did. The room was dark until he turned the lights on. What was inside the room that made my jaw drop? It is filled with sex toys, whips, and some devices that I don't know. As in there are a lot. “I am a dominant, Chloe and you are here to be my slave."

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

"We’ve been here for years, doing everything perfectly. You think you can just waltz in and—" "I don’t think anything," I cut in quietly, but firmly, my hands still picking up the remnants of the shattered meal. "I know what I am." The smaller woman laughed, though there was no humor in the sound. "What you are is a problem. You’re nothing but trouble. Master may have dragged you in, but don't think for a second that means you're special. We’ve seen many girls come and go—none lasted long." “I am not a slave.” My heart clenched, but I didn’t utter a word and kept my focus on the mess in front of me. The words stung, but I couldn’t afford to react.

I pout and look outside. “Why don’t you want to?” “I just want...a normal life, Mom, Dad, like other people. I don’t know if I have any real friends. I feel like they’re making friends with me because we’re rich...” “What do you mean they make friends with you because we are rich, huh?” “I didn’t mean that they were chasing me for money. You know all students at the school are also rich. What I mean to say is they made friends with me because I’m rich like them...”

I keep sobbing, lying there like a corpse. Jesus! I can't bear it more. Please, get me out of here. I can't tolerate more. I'll die here. I'm a girl, not an animal. I'm his wife, not a mistress. I'm a human, not a slave. Every day, every night I'm tortured by him. Is it love? He doesn't love me. No matter how many times he says this, he doesn't love me. Adavan